"Oh, come on," Katie says, uncovering the tights she left on the bed. Dead in the middle, the cat has deposited a long, disgusting, yellowish hairball.
Seeing her handiwork discovered, the cat stands up nonchalantly, and stretches her front legs, flexing her paws wide to display her long white claws.
"She does it on purpose, you know," Katie says, as I go get the paper towels, and the cat settles in on the edge of the bed, her eyes narrow, green slits.
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One year ago today: In the Night Kitchen
Two years ago today: Bird Poem
Three years ago today: Remembering My Future
Nine years ago today: 1-24-08 Yesterday, the Day Job
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